Li Chen pursued his quarry to Yuhua Mountain, arriving as dusk descended.
The setting sun westward bound, clouds at the edge of the sky already dyed a piercing blood-red.
At that moment, the rustling of movement came from behind the mountain.
Following that, a group of tall and burly men from Northeast China, dressed in black, with dark and threatening eyes, started to appear one after another from the bushes and behind rocks.
Each of them wielded a gleaming, sharp short knife, shining brightly under the setting sun—clearly those who had undergone special training.
Judging by their formidable aura and fierce gazes, many were desperate fugitives with a heavy debt of blood on their hands.
These were the elite enforcers that Wang Long had raised over thirteen years in the Jiangnan Underground World.
To curry favor with the Yuann Family, he had practically gambled his entire fortune on this move.
